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November 16, 2015

Dafuq’s Up Wit PA?

Since Friday, the government of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania has reinstated the taxpayer-funded pension of a child molester and opened wide its doors to hordes of Syrian refugees. A “vetting process” on the latter will be no shorter than two years, if not longer, which means that there will be thousands of people flooding into our state whose identities we can’t verify, let alone track. The former will receive more than $4,800 per month, plus a lump sum for the amount withheld since a 2012 decision to revoke the pension.

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What our gov’t is telling us, in effect, is:

1. The Philly school district must resort to closing many of its doors, turning instead to a corrupt-at-best charter school system. With outdated books, inexperienced teachers, and an increasingly dissatisfied group of parents and guardians, the conditions grow ever-closer to combustibility.

2. The middle class, shrinking as it may be, is going to be more responsible for funding state programs through higher income and sales taxes. Homeowners will save on property taxes, yes. Corporate income taxes will be appallingly halved over three years. A democrat cut corporate taxes in half? Yup. Wolf wears a sheepskin suit, I submit.

3. Terrorism is NOT a real threat. Right? I mean, it can’t be. We’re letting in thousands of refugees from the war-torn Middle East, right? I know, I know. You’ll say they’re escaping the very thing we oppose. But, are they? Scores and scores of reports indicate that many of the refugees are from nations other than Syria, including Mali, Iraq, and Afghanistan. They complain about lack of services, bad food, and being bored. That’s when they get to Europe. What the fuck are they going to say about Pennsylvania?

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Not a Allahbedamned thing, because we taxpayers are footing the bill. None of this makes sense. Our state government will pay a scumbag molester nearly $5,000 per month, while teachers pay out of pocket for classroom supplies. Our state government will give food, clothing, shelter, and more to imposters who aren’t even affected by the Syrian civil war.

This, dear reader, is outright lunacy. Outfuckingright lunafuckingcy. This can’t be allowed to happen, can it? Surely we did not vote on the open-door policy towards potential problems like the refugees. Read up on what has taken place in Germany, Sweden, Denmark, France, etc. Check out some of the videos online. The West is being brainwashed to believe that we can take in countless waves of the poor, displaced middle easterners, without diluting their already dwindling native populations.

Germany’s birthrates have tumbled, as have much of native European’s, while Arab and Northern African birthrates in the European nations have skyrocketed. It’s the same thing that’s taking place in the U.S. White birthrates plummet while those of Latin Americans in the U.S. soar. But in Europe, it’s happening at such an alarming rate that, in say 20 years, native Germans will become a minority in their own nation.

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Fuck it, I’ll just mention the piece of shit by name. Jerry Sandusky sits in prison after a conviction on dozens of counts of child sex abuse. He routinely raped young boys, many of whom had been entrusted to him for their safety. Second Mile was a pipeline for sick fuck rapists of children. We’ve never heard a peep about this since Sandusky went to prison. Where are the accomplices? There’s no way he committed all those crimes without a network of other pedophiles. There were rumors that Uncle Eddie Savitz was part of a child sex ring that included Sandusky. Remember him? The guy who paid kids in Philly for their worn underwear, among other things? Yup, part of the same network. Fucking network. A syndicate of child abusers. All still free, hiding among the shadows, because the fall guy kept his mouth shut. His reward? His pension gets reinstated.

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What the fuck is going on in Pennsylvania? I’m sorry, neighbors, but we’ve got to look deeper. We can’t accept the story we’re fed every fucking time. And if it disgusts you, then by God, stand the fuck up and be heard. This state, this world, is fucked up because we’re letting it be fucked up.
I’m done.

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August 15, 2015

Being in love is all good and stuff

Filed under: Family,Marriage,Relationships — thabutcha @ 3:15 PM
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Normally, when I post something, it’s because I went somewhere or did something or saw someone and I come here to put it down.

I didn’t go anywhere special today.  In fact, I’m sitting on the couch with Jurassic Park on the TV and the sliding glass door open.  The idyllic weather can’t even get me to sit on the balcony right now.

I didn’t do anything of note today.  Danielle, Leah and I rode over to the Dodge dealership in Norristown to get her car after some recall repair stuff.  Then I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple prescriptions.

I guess that means I must have seen someone today about whom I am writing.  Not really.  Well, wait…

When I woke up this morning, I turned my head and saw my best friend, laying in the bed, next to me.  She smiled, I said good morning, I rolled in her direction and we shared a kiss.  No, fireworks did not shoot into the night sky like at the end of a movie.  I mean, we just woke up and my breath was kickin’.  But, shit, if there ain’t sparks every time our lips meet!  Her lips are so soft, I could stay there forever.  Groggy, we eventually succumbed to the daylight and got off our backs and ran the above-mentioned chores.

After choring, we came home and ate macandcheese and tunafish.  Basic, delicious, perfect.  Danielle was telling Leah about the Addams Family, which steamrolled into our reminiscing on shows we watched when we were kids on days that we stayed home from school.  The Munsters, Hogan’s Heroes, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, et al.  I brought up The New Munsters, which Danielle didn’t recall.  I remarked on how it was a total flop and she stated that people can’t remake shit and expect it to work.

“You can’t just re-do Gilligan’s Island,” I added.

“Holy shit!”

“See that?”

“I was going to say the exact same thing.  Gilligan’s Island.”

“I know.  We’re having the same conversation.”

It happens all the time.  Either I or my beautiful wife will say something, to which the other replies, “I was just thinking that” or “I was just going to say that!”

It’s why she’s my one and only.

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Last night, we took Leah to Facenda to do some bowling.  Of course, while we were there, I ran into people that I know.  Because it seems they’re everywhere—people I know.  Danielle remains in awe that no matter where we are, someone goes “Yo, Rob.”

Danielle had taken a quick break and was walking back toward our lane.  When I looked up and saw her approach, she may as well have been in slow-mo with Eric Carmen playing in the background.  Or someone equally cheesy and late-80s-movie-ish.  (I just decided, Oh Yeah might work too.)  Anyway, she walked and I watched.  Her jeans fit just right and her pink shirt showed the right amount of curve, skin.  I couldn’t stop staring.  She got closer and must have felt my eyes upon her and spoke

“I know.  I’m coming.”


“It’s my turn, right?”

“Well, yeah but that’s not why I was looking at you.”

“Oh, it’s not?”  She’s good at coy.

“No, I was watching you because you’re hot as fuck.”

I think she rolled a strike after that.

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There isn’t a feeling in the world that can beat making a pretty girl smile.  Even though all I did was tell the truth, it made Danielle happy.  Danielle Gardner, that is.  She’s my wife.  I still can’t believe it.  I mean, seriously.  Just because she thinks I’m handsome doesn’t make me Rico Suave.  She’s got this super-dark hair that frames her gorgeous face, dark brown eyes, pink lips, and a smokin’ hot body.

It’s ridiculous that this beauty loves me.  At least, that’s what my mind wants to tell me.  She’d argue, of course, and I’d listen because I love her siren-like voice.  Shit, I’d steer my ship into a jetty just to catch one of her whispers.

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So, this is my life now.  Wedded bliss (as opposed to the weeded bliss in which I spent my 20s and part of my 30s).  I get to spend my days with my best friend.  My lover.  My confidant.  My muse.

If I were anyone else, I’d be damn happy for me.

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So, the Munsters reboot was actually The Munsters Today.

Now, for your viewing and listening pleasure, ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Eric Carmen:

July 3, 2015

Justice: It ain’t free

The Yahoo! headline for this story: New rules to combat campus sexual assaults.
Because “Don’t rape” is way too vague.

As far as I’m concerned (which is about as far as I go), any institution that handles rape as an internal issue and does not turn the offender over to police is just as culpable as Penn State was in the whole old-man-rapes-boys situation.
I’m not all “if you see something, say something,” Big Brother, watcher-on-the-wall guy; I think surveillance is way out of hand and getting worse.

However, to require federal regulations that impose fines upon a university which does not report sexual assault—alleged, proven, or otherwise—is a failure of grand proportion.  College is big money, an industry unto itself; many have their own microcosmic legal systems through which they process wrongdoings of varying degrees.  Rape is a wrongdoing of a degree beyond what a college administration can handle.

Starting July 1, all colleges and universities that receive federal funding need to comply with the new regulations.  Fact is, most higher education institutions receive Title IV money, so nearly all will need to endorse policies in-line with the Campus SaVE Act, signed into law by President Obama in 2013 alongside the unfortunately-named Violence Against Women Reauthorization Act.  Did the prez just reauthorize violence against women?  That’s what it sounds like to me and Trump and Ted Cruz.  Yay, election season!

I gather from this article and the additional research I’ve conducted that it used to be ok for colleges and universities to treat instances of sexual assault—alleged, proven, or otherwise—like they’d treat an intramural Ultimate Frisbee game: with complete and utter indifference.  I brought up PSU above because it invokes strong feelings, one way or another.  My issue has been and always will be with the university’s handling of the first reports of sexual misconduct on Sandusky’s part.

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Think I just discovered part of the problem.  We refer to rape as sexual misconduct.  Misconduct sounds fun.  Rape does not.  Let’s stop calling it sexual misconduct or sexual assault and call it what it is.  Rape.  It’s a heinous, violative crime that steals another person’s dignity; humanity.  It’s to reduce another human being’s existence to that of an object; a tool; an accessory.  A lawyer likely coined the term sexual assault in an effort to lessen its effect in the opinions of jurors.

We allow an overly PC society to tell us what we can say and an equally-cryptic legal system to speak of the law in terms that the lay person simply cannot comprehend.  Well, I know that habeas corpus roughly means “has body” and that means it’s damn-near impossible to prove a murder took place without a dead guy.  Or gal.  No body, no crime.  Thank you, Law & Order.

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Yet, up until now, a college or university hasn’t been able to tell its community “Don’t be a rapist” because, what, there’s a gray area?  How’s this for a policy: Get accused of rape, go to jail.  Let the state figure it out.  Should the government not already have a law that takes away money from any institution that fails to report rape—alleged, proven, or otherwise?

Maybe I’m reacting wrongly to this story.  Maybe it’s a good thing that the federal government has intervened on behalf of the victims and stated unequivocally that an institution of higher learning which fails to report sexual assault to the proper authorities will be fined.  Wait.  $35,000?  That’s it?  That’s less than the cost of one rapist’s tuition.  What the flying fuck?

That’s as bad as when a professional athlete is accused of aggravated assault and drug possession and all kinds of other shit and gets suspended for like three games.  Um, ok.  I’m sure Asshole-Who-Makes-Twenty-Million-a-Year-Guy really feels the pinch from that punishment.  Granted, they don’t all make seven figures, but how in any way does that punishment fit the crime?

And how does $35,000 deter a big university from sticking with the status quo?  Solution?  Take away all funding.  Punish the entire school.  Force its community of supporters to abandon the institution.  Only then will real change take place on campuses.

Well, I guess people could stop raping.  That would really create an atmosphere of change:

“Hey, frat douche, lonely stalker guy, and drunken professor!  Yeah, you!  Thinking about doing some rape?  Don’t, because it’s really, really, really wrong and the person you want to rape won’t appreciate it.”

That way, just as some psychosociopath is getting ready to whip his (or her) junk out and go all creep on some unsuspecting soul, he (or she) can remember that catchy PSA: Don’t rape. Plus, you may be saving your beloved university $35,000.  And that’s not nothing!

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New rules to fight campus rape?  Don’t.

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